it sounds like spring but feels like winter.

i just don't know

anything or myself

guess i'm drowing in dust

on this too far to reach shelf

& self-preservation

has become more like self-destruction

and no one understands

how hollow i've become...

you tell me 'don't run',

you tell me i'm fine,

but you haven't been listening

this entire time.

(it's not a lie when i say i'm falling behind.)